Repeats
This hurt, this pain, I can't seem to ignore,
Through days, & nights, it's been dreamed before,
Rough sleep, fatal actions, happen more than once,
For decades, plenty years, and surpassed through months,
I've been on, and off, the job of a light,
Switched to love to hate, many more restless nights,
I'd seem to get, when sins gets involved,
Realizing, selfishness, wants apart of it all,
To part from it all, is a want that I've dreamt,
But this promise to my father, makes decisions indent,
Something that's meant, seems out of it's reach,
With a ladder to grab, but no help for the feet,
Not to walk, nor skip, no reason for a leap,
No sheep to count, to fall asleep,
This confused heart I have, it's never skipped beats,
Until..It finally stops, the heart's out...of Repeats..
- Author: Raymond Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2021 20:23
- Comment from author about the poem: This is written not to fear anyone of death, or anything close of that matter. This is away of preventing of ones hart that can easily stop wanting to beat for you, or care.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
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